Audit-Lord Vaelen’s face twisted into an expression of sheer, murderous rage. His platinum robes flared with dark, necrotic energy as he raised the dried crystal heart high above his head.
“Cosmic equity?” Vaelen roared, his voice screeching through the upper stratosphere like tearing metal. “You speak to me of jurisdiction? You miserable provincial insects! A debt instrument authorized by the Seven Galactic Usury Dao-Ancestors is bound to the very fabric of spacetime! Cosmic Law is whatever we write into our interest tables!”
Vaelen slammed his palm down onto the activation rune of the black crystal.
“Feed the ledger!” Vaelen screamed. “Activate the Blood-Deed Lifespan Siphon!”
The crystal heart pulsed with sickening, blood-red light.
A massive, swirling vortex of dark crimson chains tore through the underbelly of the Foreclosure Sovereign. The chains were forged from distilled karmic curses and predatory interest runes. They writhed like millions of iron vipers, plunging toward the atmosphere of Planet #100 and spreading out toward the ninety-nine other worlds along the Silk Road.
The air grew bitterly cold. A foul stench of dried blood, rusted iron, and rotting longevity flowers choked the sky.
Wherever the red chains pointed, the lifespans of mortal beings began to tug painfully in their chests.
